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Rain,rain,rain,rain...I was recently laid-off from my job and in a desperate attempt to overlap paychecks I applied at anyplace that was hiring and 40 applications later a local car wash called,interviewed me and offered me a position. I accepted the position because I have a mortgage and responsibilities and frankly, I was worried about being able find ANY work in this godforsaken town. So, months later I am still there and now with an impending winter on the horizon, the pucker factor is extremely high. Maybe like a 7.5 out of 10.
Uhh, yeah enough life problem shits..Booring to say the least. Thank god I can get online and watch an illegally taped movie uploaded to the Chez Nets.Watched the Tales of the Black Freighter and Jennifers Body. Both extremely entertaining but not incredibly uplifting maybe can be better described as "EYECANDY".The animation team that tackled the adaptation of the Tales/Watchmen crossover kicked major ass in many different ways.If you followed the Watchmen novel you will recall the complexities of adapting a story like that. Jennifers Body would have been better if everyone stopped talking like Diablo Cody...I know she is an obsessive blog reader and makes my writing seem like childish dribble but I heard her voice in every characters dialogue. Not that she isn't on the pulse of the American teenager but it just seemed like everyone was channeling her. I think that I may have to watch it again since I felt really tired and kinda blanked out during some parts not like alot but maybe yanno like small bits...stupid computer screen is hell to watch.

new musiqs,new musiqs,new musiqs...

"OYE,HEAVY DOOTY!"

Whoever discovered this dude was probably doing what I was doing,not expecting this sound... Yeah this guy was apparently homeless and some record producer heard his stuff and the rest is history.Smooth like chocolate and rich like cool whip?I feel like anything I write might detract from the this guys music...Some a-hole music writer probably is trying to lump him in with fucking Jack Johnson..Fuck no, he's my replacement for G-Love and the Special Sauce and John Spencer Blues Explosion. I heard maybe 2 minutes and I was like "WHAT IS THIS?" Choice tracks "bullet and a target"and "Nite becomes day"Go and get this you will not be sorry.

That was the new,now for the old...

Anything you may think, forget it. No possibilities of putting this album into a genre. As far as the new-school cut and paste they have their shit in front of them and they put it together as they go.DJ SHADOW has it laid out in his head decades before he hits the studio. The soundtrack to any good party with the tracks you play when the sun is coming out and you are the only person on the road...Choice tracks"What color does your soul look like?"and "Building steam with a grain of salt" On a side note DJ SHADOWS clip in "SCRATCH" sitting in a basement piled to the top with records (his secret stash) is a wet dream come true.



now fuck off......